The leaded window openedto move the dancing candle flameAnd the first Moths of summersuicidal came.And a new breeze chatteredin its May-bud tenderness ---Sending water-lillies sailingas she turned to get undressed.And the long night awakenedand we soared on powdered wings ---Circling our tomorrowsin the wary month of Spring.Chasing shadows slippingin a magic lantern slide ---Creatures of the candleon a night-light-ride.Dipping and weaving --- flutterthrough the golden needle's eyein our haystack madness. Butterfly-strokingon a Spring-tide high.Life's too long (as the Lemming said)as the candle burned and the Moths were wed.And we'll all burn together as the wick grows higher ---before the candle's dead.The leaded window openedto move the dancing candle flame.And the first moths of summersuicidal cameto join in the worshipof the light that never diesin a moment's reflectionof two moths spinning in her eyes.